Shakespeare Stroll. The Final Reckoning

Shakespeare Stroll. Gentle reminder. Could any of you lovely people who made promises of donations via the legacy paper methods (luddites) please now make your payments please. I am keen to round things up as soon as possible. Indeed there is still time to donate via our Just Giving page if you wish. Thank youContinue reading “Shakespeare Stroll. The Final Reckoning”

Shakespeare Stroll – The Marketing Begins

The marketing support has arrived from The Shakespeare Hospice ahead of our walks this weekend. We are meeting tomorrow for our briefing at The Turks Head in Alcester so last fitness issues can be assuaged and the routes explained. We have been completely knocked out by the support everyone is showing towards the event. TheContinue reading “Shakespeare Stroll – The Marketing Begins”

The Shakespeare Stroll

A group of friends and myself are organising a big charity stroll over the weekend 11 – 12th September. The plan being to raise as much money as we can for The Shakespeare Hospice in Stratford on Avon. The hospice is a vital organisation offering vital support to patients with life limiting illness and theirContinue reading “The Shakespeare Stroll”

On and On On The Onny Trail

The Onny Trail winds through a shallow valley following the course of the River Onny; the road between Craven Arms and Bishops Castle and the remains of a railway line. The three, intertwined sinuously, cross and recross each other through the south Shropshire hills towards Bishops Castle.

The Hermits Cave Racks Up 1,000 Visitors

WordPress have just messaged me to say that my blog has just welcomed its one thousandth visitor. That is incredible. Only a few months ago I had no idea how to develop a website of any sort, (Indeed, some would say I still don’t) and now it seems to be building a bit of aContinue reading “The Hermits Cave Racks Up 1,000 Visitors”

The Cricket Commute

I am standing, beer in hand, just beyond the boundary rope at Alcester and Ragley Park Cricket Club in the grounds of Ragley Hall. Two of my grandchildren have been enrolled in the ECB AllStars programme and they, dressed in their sky blue shirts and wielding their orange bats, are having a great time taking their first steps in the game of Cricket.

In Which I Make a New Friend

I’m holding my waterproof jacket, staring vacantly, hoping for some kind of divine intervention to make the decision for me. My real problem is that today’s walk does not suffer from over preparation: or, indeed, any kind of preparation at all. For the last few days it has been a note in my diary loomingContinue reading “In Which I Make a New Friend”